She savored the feel of his tongue. She still remembered him with a trim figure and a full head of hair. He had been handsome, and in her mind he was ...still handsome.She was dripping wet when Martin stopped licking her and pulled himself up next to her. She wanted to touch his hard cock with her hand before he put it inside of her, so she reached over and tenderly rubbed him, causing him to breathe heavier. "I love you," she whispered as he moved on top of her, pushing her legs apart. "Do you. When Emma stood up—just for a second—her hands now holding the wispy piece of pink cloth went in front of her crotch in an instinctive display of modesty. I guess she realized that it would be just as embarrassing to try to keep her cookie covered as it would be to reveal it. Without looking she tossed the panties on top of her other clothes. Her hands returned to their shielding position momentarily (I think because she didn't know what else to do with them). Finally she moved her hands out of. " You could do that on the way there, or back," said Sally. "Plus youwanted to visit dad." We could do that too," said John. "We don't get much time to do it." I don't do it often either," said Sally.John said no more. He was still sorry about the part he played in thatepisode of Sally's life, and felt bad that it couldn't be mended.The girls were wondering what the talk was about. Kelly decided to askon behalf of her sisters to be."What is Witton cemitry?" she asked, again getting a word. I looked over to Amy and she had undressed and was climbing in, by the gods she looked so good, I forgot how great her body was, especially the little tattoo of a butterfly by her pussy, that just fascinates me. When I looked at her she looked at me and smiled and asked if she was going to have to sit in there all by herself. It really didn't take me long to decide to pour our wine into plastic glasses, got undressed and sat down beside her in the hottub. We started by hugging and kissing a.